[HG-PBEM] Re: Not at the party...
- From: John Guilfoyle <john_guilfoyle@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: apaworks@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 11:32:04 -0700 (PDT)
> She stopped, turned to face Juliette, and asked, "You fought in the
> war. You were a soldier?"
"No," Juliette answered. "I was just a girl when Earth attacked. I
was too young." Her eyes darkened. "My father fought, and was killed,
by your kind."
[John: Robb, since Julie in fact wasn't in the war, do you want to
amend any of this before we go on?]
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> "There were rules that we followed," the GREL started to say. "We
> may have tried to kill each other... tried for the eradication of
> our foes, but there were still lines we would not cross, even if it
> meant fulfilling our objectives. There was a kind of trust between
> our forces. I do not romanticize it. We were trying to destroy
> every last trace of one another. We killed one another even when
> we were defenseless, asleep. We were not gallant adversaries, but
> I could count on you, just as you could count on me."
>
> The GREL woman clicked her datapad off again, tossing it onto a
> nearby table, and returned her gaze to the Southern woman standing
> before her.
>
> "Here and now, those rules are gone. The Badlands are no place for
> battlefield honor," she continued to explain. "These children we
> are allied with do not understand. They accept it. They accept
> that dirty tricks are the law of action, but I cannot."
>
> She stopped. All Kassandra-class GREL were given training on human
> relations. They often served as "battlefield liaisons" between
> GREL and human soldiers, but none of her training prepared her to
> speak as she was doing now. Still, even with the difficulty of
> trying to describe her vague, foggy thoughts, she thought that
> maybe another soldier in the war would understand what she was
> saying.
>
> "We should still be adversaries, you and I," she continued. "I
> would trust you as my enemy. I cannot trust the jackals the
> Colonel has pitted us against."
>
> She wanted to explain more, but she wasn't even sure she understood
> it, herself. She had been designed not to fear, to be able to
> simply act, pushing emotions aside, but she was troubled. The
> twins, with their pompous smiles and arrogant unknowingness, did
> something to her. She knew that. The fact that the doctors had
> cleared her didn't give her any comfort.
>
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